Ant, he/they/she, 23, MDNI, mostly 18+ sometimes ramblings about the people i want to be or be with them, followers with no age in bio or pinned post will be blocked, yada_yado_ on twitter, yadayado on AO3
Oh hey! I'm Ant, a 20+ loser on the Internet that gets horny and doesn't want to post on main. I have a main acc that I post my art in, but uh... Yeah, no. Not saying which one it is :)
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Also, English isn't my first language (it's not even my second or third) so please excuse any grammatical errors :3
I will be just writing drabbles about the people I want to fuck or be fucked by.
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Do you think Ingo and Emmet gave their dicks actual names or is that a lady thing because I named my uterus Karen because she’s never satisfied and is always angry
Emmet calls his dick Eelektross unironically and doesn't understand why it's so funny.
Ingo... Ingo I don't think can name his dick. Maybe he calls it his Haxorus once and then gets too embarrassed to ever do it again.
I don't think they give their dicks like real names though.
Building off of the bento story there are things called husbento which is pretty much just 'bento for my husband'. If Ingo ever hears his s/o call it that the man would melt from pure joy.
Think it would be kind of cute if his s/o had like space online where they post pics of the bento they made, or maybe they make videos showing people how to cook the stuff that they put into Ingo's bento. Maybe every Friday they make the cute special bento for him. Sort of to give him something to look forward to at the end of each week.
The same could happen for Emmet, but he gets the bonus of getting a cute Pokémon themed sweet every Friday. One Friday it's cookies that look like Archen. Another Friday it is a Durant dirt pie pudding dessert. If they can branch off from the twins Pokémon (and their Pokémon) they could probably make Applin apple dumpling, or Poke Ball Cake Pops. The possibilities are endless.
Bonus thought. If Ingo's s/o does make videos of the bento making process maybe sometimes Erin appears in the videos to help. His s/o makes sure that no one ever sees their faces, but you can hear Erin's enthusiasm at the idea of helping to make his dad a special lunch. Ingo's heart would melt at that as well. Heck, he would probably save a few of those videos onto his phone.
Ingo finally encouraged to always take his lunch break to enjoy the lovely food his beloved made for him and stop overworking himself. The special Friday bento always has him excited for his break, and he actually rushes off to enjoy it. Everyone's happy Ingo is finally taking better care of himself.
Emmet is literally vibrating with excitement for his special Friday bento. He needs with cute dessert his darling made for him. He's literally rushing through people to get to it. His smile is terrifyingly large as he indulges in whatever cute sweet he was given.
The video idea... Just getting tons of views as people wonder who your husband is. There's so, so many theories from the shape of the pokemon dishes. They've determined he's Unovan but nothing else. It's a popular pass time to try to guess which possible Unovan figure receives such a cute lunch (or if it's some random business man).
Erin popping up to help on his little step stool and going on and on about how he wants to make something Litwick themed for his daddy. His face is definitely obscured, but sadly, his constant blabbing about trains and battling makes it very obvious who his father is. Ingo does tear up and let out a soft bravo as he watches his son make him a small Litwick cake or some kind of jelly to look like a Litwick flame. (The viewers find it adorable the mysterious husband has such a sweet son.)
Oh, and Emma and Inka getting in on making lunches with their parent for Emmet. Emma tries to sneak in sweets for her papa while Inka tries to sneak them away for herself. They both do try to make something some cute for their dad. Inka accidentally gives him food poisoning, but Emmet still thanks her for her hard work.
Cw: feral warden Ingo, pillow humping, growling, no beta read, no y/n, no Pronouns for Reader
NSFW UNDER CUT
MDNI
Panting. Slow, deep, shaky breaths could be heard in the small hut. Some whimpers and pleas as well. Anyone from outside could hear something and they would think that someone was hurt...
The warden panted and rutted against your pillow, panting and growling. He needed you... But you weren't there. You had to go on a new expedition for your pokedex, but... He needed you. He gripped your pillow, imagining it being your hips and thrust his own against it, precum dripping onto the case, ruining it for you when you come back.
He let out a growl and closed his eyes, clawing person it as he felt so much needier, just imagining. Holding you down while you whimper and beg him to fuck you harder... Or for him to slow down cause you're overstimulated...
He let out another pathetic whimper, his eyes closed as his hips moved faster and harder, drool dripping down from his chin and his cock twitched as he needed to cum so badly.. But he couldn't. He let out a frustrated growl and almost ripped the pillow in half before hearing the door's lock jiggle.
You sigh as you walk into your partner's hut, exhausted from running away from alpha pokemon and Paras... Those lil assholes...
You blink at the dark room, the windows being covered, and you hear a growl. You look around before your eyes fall onto the warden.
Glowing eyes staring back at you, chest moving back and forth as he panted, gripping something and... Naked. Completely naked.
You stare and your eyes trail down, seeing his twitching dick. As if you pushed a button, he launches at you with a growl. And that's the last thing you clearly remember before he fucked you so hard, you forgot your name.
His size had caught you off guard as he pinned you against the sheets of his futon.
Ingo had always been taller than you. He stood just out of your height range and had to look down at you often when speaking with you. It really hadn't occurred to you until now, his size in comparison to your own.
Hisui had not been kind to Ingo. Scars littered his previously pristine body, his facial hair had grown out due to a difficulty getting around to shaving, and his body grew harder due to muscles that had come on from the physical strain he was often subjected to. You swallowed as he hovered over you, nearly covered your whole form with his own.
“Dearest,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to your own. You found yourself lost in the contact, moving along with him as his tongue darted into your mouth and claimed the territory with ease. You felt small in comparison to him. Damn, did you hate how much it turned you on.
Ingo could easily manhandle you and pin you down. You let out a moan into the kiss, hips rutting against his thigh pressed in between your legs. Ingo pulled away, eyes bleary and cheeks flushed with colour. A single strand of spit connected him to you still. His eyes quickly grew lidded. You both were down to your base layers, only a t-shirt from your past life and underwear on you, while Ingo was down to his slacks and whatever he had hidden underneath him.
Your brain surged with feeling at the appearance of his strengthened torso on full display to your eyes. You resisted reaching a hand to grasp at his pecs. Instead, you reached down to tug away your shirt as Ingo did away with his slacks. With them gone, you were sitting in his lap as this time his hips ground into yours. Pleasure surged through the both of you, Ingo's sounds erotic and wanton in your ears as you made quite similar noises for him.
His cock as strained against his underwear as you soaked your poor underwear from the sensations rushing through your body. You leaned against Ingo's chest, further feeding into your odd, feverish feelings about his size. His hands gripped your hips, desperately trying to hold you in place as he ruts against you. It isn't long before his underwear are pulled down to free his stiff length from its constraints. You swallowed as you watched the precum leak from the tip. You were quickly moved your own out of the way.
Ingo helped you position yourself as you readied yourself to sink down his cock. Your toes curled as he speared you open so well. For a guy who used to be so shy about sex, he was unfortunately well-endowed. You sighed when he bottomed out, forehead resting against his shoulder. Your hands gripped his upper arms as you let yourself adjust to him. Ingo's arms were wrapped around your waist.
It wasn't long until the feeling of him just stretching you out wasn't enough for you. You moaner as you moved your hands to grip onto his shoulders as you lifted your hips up to slam them back down. A loud groan leaves Ingo, who shifts his own hands to grip your hips and help you to bounce on his dick. You love the thrill of the differences between Ingo, and you just find yourself entranced with how he looks down at you with an expression filled with lust and adoration.
“Sinnoh,” he manages to get out, “Ah, dear, you're so perfect…” You lean in to kiss him, finding yourself needing to be closer to him. You swallowed each other's moans while you ride him intensely. His hands feel so large against your hips, setting your mind deeper into your spiral.
“Mmm – Ingo, you're so big,” you break the kiss to mumble against his lips, “I love youuu...” The Warden lets out a whine as you tighten around him. His cock hits a wonderful spot inside you as you let out a cry and try to get him to hit there more. Your toes curling almost begins to feel like cramping as he continues to thrust right into the spot. It isn't long until you feel your mind fall into bliss as you cum on his dick. Your head rests on his shoulder as delirious moans leave you.
Ingo makes it a few more thrusts before a warmth spills deep inside you. A loud cry accompanies the orgasm, making you shiver. He holds you to him as you both pant desperately for breath, trying to find your ability to think straight again. Moments pass with him buried inside you as you lean against his bigger form.
At some point in there, you shift from sitting on his lap to laying down because of him. His body curls around you as you fall into a cuddling position. Outside, a soft rain taps against everything. You feel at ease. A kiss is pressed to your cheek and a deep voice whispers into your ear.
“I love you, too,” it says. You smile and allow your eyes to finally close.
I dunno, I just imagine him with a low and somewhat husky voice and yummm
cw: 18+ content, sexual mentions, basically thirsting, nondescript though, short drabble, PLA Ingo
Minors DNI
couldn't really follow through on writing proper smut rn
“What are you doing?” A tired, husky voice called out to you as you shrugged off the blanket tiredly. It had become too hot under the blanket. An arm tightened around you and pulled you closer. Kricketots chirped outside under the pale moonlight while you rubbed your eyes. “My love,” Ingo's voice was right in your ears, “What's wrong?”
A shudder came from you. His voice was soft as he had been stirred awake by your moving, but a certain roughness only present at times like this. “... It's hot,” you told him while leaning back against him, his hard body something solid and warm against you. His goatee tickled you as he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.
He hummed, “I suppose it is… Is it too much?” Your brain shot back to a different memory as you tried to pretend it did not. Thighs pressing together, you tried to ignore his voice. “It was hot this evening, too, wasn't it?” he asked, voice still husky, “Ah… But I guess it wasn't just the temperature.” Your cheeks burned. Was he teasing you? The arm wrapped around you seemed to press its hand against your thigh. “I'm surprised you're not exhausted from everything we did,” his breath trickled against your ear.
Your mind raced back to before you went to bed, the way his calloused hands travelled over your skin while he fucked into you with fervour and feralness that had become expected from the Warden. His tongue sucking your own as his strong arms held up your legs to make it easier to thrust into you. The groans and near growls that left him. You bit your lip.
The bite marks and hickey stung on your skin as you tried to pretend you didn't want more. Closing your eyes, you turned toward him. When you opened them, lidded eyes greeted you with an uncharacteristic smirk. You sighed as his hand pressed in between your legs and you felt a bulge against your ass. A moan left you as you readied yourself for another surge of heat in the already sweltering temperature.
warnings - smut, established relationship, unprotected piv, creampie, missionary
summary - miguel comes home late at night, needing a lot more than just sleep
a/n - i did some research on spanish pillow talk, lmk if anything is off/wrong
You're half asleep.
The room is dark and quiet. Only the cars on the boulevard can be heard in a faint echo as they slow down to turn corners at the nearby intersection, their headlights casting a fleeting flash on the bedroom ceiling.
You tilt your head on your pillow to check the time.
23:57
It's not exactly unusual that Miguel doesn't get home before midnight. His job requires a certain amount of effort, a certain amount of skill, and an equally generous amount of time.
But tonight the bed is colder. Tonight, the bedsheets and pillows fail to offer the warmth only he can provide. You drift off into a pained slumber, hugging his pillow to your chest.
And it feels like it's been seconds, only a blink in the undisturbed ambiance of the night, before your ears pick up a strangely familiar sound.
The window opens, followed by a gentle creak. The first time it happened, you had jumped out of bed in any defence you could've possibly offered yourself, heart racing and hands shaking. But after countless nights, after so many times when your boyfriend entered your apartment the way only he could do it, you've grown accustomed to it. Now, the sound brought a sweet shiver up your spine, a sense of safety and relief.
You only wish you could open your eyes, but before you thought to rise from your position on the bed, you felt the mattress sink under considerable weight. Miguel crawls close to you, settling himself behind you.
His body moulds perfectly against yours, his bare chest pressed up against your back. He moves his hand to brush a few unruly strands of hair out of your face, his fingertips grazing the side of your neck, lingering on the soft skin more than necessary. He presses himself closer and closer into you, and you relish in the feeling of his body heat invading every patch of your skin that comes in contact with him. You hum softly, a sign for him that you're aware he's there, only through the haze of heavy sleep.
His cursory hand starts caressing and touching, running over the line of your waist, swiftly sneaking underneath your shirt and finding your skin. You sigh into the pillow, his ministrations making it hard for you to resume your slumber. He drags his warm and heavy palm over the dip of your middle, reaching the side of your breast. It then retreats lower, back down to your hip, squeezing the flesh of your ass ever so slightly.
He shuffles, bringing his crotch up to the backs of your thighs, and you feel the unmistakable shape of his hard cock, grinding up against you with slow and languid rolls of his hips, as if he’s trying not to stir you from your drowsiness. You feel a familiar pressure grow and bloom between your legs, deciding that sleep is no longer an option for the time being.
Turning your head over your shoulder, you’re met with the face of a man so desperate and needy, you almost have to hold back a moan of both surprise and pride at having him head over heels for you. Your hand snakes around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss so full of want and desire that you both gasp for air in between minutes before diving right back in for more.
With his weight supported on one elbow, his free hand keeps mapping your body with such speed and undeniable craving that you push your thighs together instinctively, aiming to chase a part of the pleasure dripping and pooling into your panties. His arm wraps around your front, holding you in place, as his lips break from the kiss and travel from your flushed cheek, to your jaw, landing on your pulse point. You tilt your head to the side to grant him access to you, as he nibbles over the nape of your neck. He alters between soft, gentle pecks and bold yet careful bites, while his thigh parts yours from behind, pressing hard into your core.
Through crescending moans and mewls, you start rubbing yourself onto his muscular thigh, feeling his hot breath puffing over the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder. The sharpness of his fangs grazing your pulse alerts you as you begin tugging at his hair with no avail.
He twists you around so that he’s on top of you fully, his mouth travelling down to your shoulder and clavicle. He’s placed himself between your quivering legs, making his intentions known by humping you slowly and steadily, at a pace that allows him to continue his assault upon your chest. His lips find your breasts as he licks and kisses the tender flesh.
Suddenly, he stops, not removing his face from your chest. He pants softly, meeting your half-lidded eyes. He inhales abruptly, and you see his pupils dilate ever so slightly.
“You’re already wet, mi amor.” You feel your face heat up at the remark. “Always so good and ready for me.” He tightens his grip, crushing you into his embrace as his body encompasses yours completely. You feel his cock twitch through the thin fabric of your panties, growing impatient.
“Only for you.” You’re interrupted by a groan as he revels in your confession and promised devotion. “Only you can make me feel this way.”
“Me estás volviendo loco.” (You’re driving me crazy)
In a quick motion, he grips your panties and rips them, the sound sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins. You feel the fat tip of his dick, glistening with precum, teasingly pressing against your aching cunt. He readies himself, bracing his weight on his forearms that now frame your face. His head drops into the crook of your neck, breathing laboured, raising goosebumps all over your skin.
“Let me pound this pussy before I go to sleep.”, his voice is low and rugged with lust, breath hot and deep.
You let out a moan in response, taken aback. You wiggle your hips playfully, feeling the head of his fat dick graze your wet folds. He groans lowly, biting at your neck before soothing the mark with several kisses.
“Por favor, mi vida”, and you nearly come on the spot, the plea ringing in your ears. You’re almost convinced he may have injected you with something. You’re not thinking straight. He could ask anything of you right now and you wouldn’t have the slightest bit of power to say no.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Couldn’t get you out of my head.” He insists, as if any more convincing is necessary. It isn’t. He just loves to rile you up, to see you as desperate for him as he is for you before he takes you.
“All I could think of was finally getting home to you. Seeing your pretty face, tasting your lips.” He keeps whispering, pressing hot, open mouth kisses up and down your neck, one of his hands groping your breast.
“Burying myself in you, feeling you clench around me.” More kisses, his cock is aligned with you, rubbing between your folds and twitching every so often.
“Miguel.”
He raises his face to lock eyes with you.
“Fuck me raw.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He enters you, inch by agonising inch, and as he bottoms out you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Your arms curl around his shoulders, feeling the rigid muscles of his back as they shift when he starts rolling his hips. You’re completely engulfed in his shadow, and all you can see is him.
Stretched to the limit, you throw your head back into the softness of the pillows as he picks up his pace, jackhammering his cock into the damp warmth of your cunt. His talons dig into the cushion as his face contorts into pure, unfiltered pleasure. You look down to catch the way his abdomen flexes with every thrust he delivers, the way the length of his dick disappears inside you with a wet squelch each time.
He falters for a fraction of a second, eyes rolling back before he changes the angle of his thrusts, finding your sweet spot. You feel your high starting to build up as he maintains his rhythm, grabbing onto his biceps as he drills his heavy cock into you, chasing his climax. You moan out his name, constricting around him, and he groans shamelessly, dropping his face back into the crook of your neck, panting.
“Ay, mierda” he rasps into the shell of your ear, and you bring one hand into his silky, dark hair, pushing him closer into your embrace.
“Está apretadito” (it’s tight), he nearly whimpers at the way you clench around his cock, his lips latching onto your pulse point once again, in an attempt to stifle his moans.
Your whole body quivers at the sound of his groans and muffled curses, as you finally feel yourself on the edge of ecstasy. You close your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him whole.
His pace stutters at the action.
“Inside, ah-, I want you– inside, shit”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, he drives himself into you, hard and fast. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, prolonged by his continuous thrusts. All your senses zoom in on him, the smell of him, the sight of his broad frame towering over you as he fucks you, the sound of his breathing and the praises he whispers into your neck.
The bed shakes and creaks under his weight as he comes, filling you with his release. You pulse around him, forcing a strangled moan out of his throat before he collapses on top of you.
You’re floating, even with his whole body dormant upon yours. With a hand, you mindlessly massage his scalp while he returns to his senses. His arms seek to find your waist, effectively wrapping around you in a nearly suffocating hold. But you don’t mind.
“We should get cleaned up.”, he mumbles lowly, muffled by the pillows and your neck altogether. However, you feel his body relax completely, an incontestable sign that he’s already too far gone to get up anymore. You’re well aware of how tired he can be at times and how his love for you had been the only thing providing energy for the past minutes, because otherwise, he would have been out cold by now.
So you hold him, as he holds you, drifting off into well earned, blissful rest.
Hello, I like your writing style, can I have sub hisui ingo please? I want more of bottom ingo
This.. this ask is ancient.
So anon, if you're still out there, here's a lil treat!
Minors DNI 18+
Train Bound For One
Tags: Bondage, Of course there's bondage if you give me the word 'sub', implied continuation of Secretary!Reader because I miss her my god
"That concludes everything for today," Commander Kamado nodded, standing from his seat. "Meeting is adjourned."
There was a shuffling of seats as everyone stood up to file out of the room. The meeting consisted of the two leaders from the neighboring clans and every Warden in this region. It was a very important meeting if it meant asking most of the Wardens who lived so far off in the outskirts of Hisui to come to the humble village of Jubilife just for an hour of discussion.
Too bad Ingo couldn't remember a single thing about it.
"Hey, Ingo."
Ingo stiffened in his seat, his mercury eyes slowly turned to yours without moving his head.
You were a part of the meeting, of course. One of the Galaxy Corp's best and another Faller from the sky, you and him had become fast friends. Incredibly fast friends. It was as if you already knew him from the inside out.
And other things.
"Shall we?" you waved to the door innocently. The friendly smile on your lips stretched further.
When Ingo stayed silent, another person laid a hand on the Sneasler Warden's shoulder. Goosebumps prickled along his spine and he went frigid.
"Warden Ingo?" Irida, his Clan Leader asked. "Are you alright? You don't seem like yourself today.."
In the corner of his eye, he sees you grin.
The sharp Adam's Apple in his throat bobbed once. "Thank you, Lady Irida," Ingo stood up. He was glad no one could see how his knees wobbled from underneath him. He could play it off as sleeping legs. "I am fine, but I must be off."
"We must be off," you clarified, taking a spot at his side, your shoes clicking against the polished wood. "Warden Ingo promised me a few lessons in Advanced Pokémon battling," You eyed him with an expectant look. "Didn't you, sir?"
You reached a hand behind his back and tugged daintily at his coat. Ingo felt his knees buckle under him and his pants tightened. Irida was shocked but still oblivious to what's going on.
"Ingo-"
Before she could rush to his side, you propped him up with an arm around him. Despite his clothing, your touch burned him. Lines of fire blazed across his back and chest, ones that you so carefully made prior to the meeting. His knob pushed against the fabric of his boxers with a painful need and Ingo had to shield it with his ragged coat, lest he poked someone's eye out with it.
"Oh dear," you tutted. "Perhaps that battle will have to wait."
Irida remained there.
"Ah, don't worry, Miss Irida," you reassured her with a polite bow. "My cabin is nearby. I'll take care of your Warden for the time being."
You watched as relief washed over her shoulders. "Thank you kindly," she replied to you with a short bow of her own.
Meanwhile, Ingo kept silent. Red in the face, lips glued tightly to each other in a desperate attempt to keep his stoic frown and with hooded eyes. Sinnoh, help me, he begged in his mind over and over as you escorted him out of the room but also..
Great Sinnoh, it feels so good.
___
The second he set foot inside your cabin and shook his shoes off, he crumpled to the floor.
"Oh Ingo," you cooed to him. "I told you to use your safeword if-"
"No," Ingo cuts you off, pressing the side of his face against the cool, wooden floor, his goatee crinkled under his chin. "Not yet." Probably not ever.
You smiled while you locked your doors and closed your windows. You'll be needing all the privacy you can get.
"Remember," you whispered to him when you made your way next to him to gently peel off his clothes. "The walls are thin in Jubilife."
He swallowed dryly, shifting his posture to allow you better access to him, every movement he made sent electric shocks across his skin and his nether regions swell. "Please hurry," his voice cracked softly. "I don't.. I don't think I'll be able to hold on as scheduled."
The words tugged at your heart more than it should. He may be amnesiac but his body still remembers.
You leaned over to kiss his temples and he lets out a moan, your lips soft and warm, shooting his body temperatures up by the hundreds. With his dark undershirt pulled up over his head, you finally reveal what has gotten him all twisted since this morning.
Wine-red ropes wind intricately around his chest, etching wide diamond patterns against his skin. Not too suffocating but just tight enough to sink against his muscle, bringing out his best assets forward. The rope around his lower neck caused him to slouch forward, for if he dared to straighten up, he'd only make the knots dig deeper. The trails of red would dip lower beyond the buckle of his belt and lower still underneath his boxers, leaving much left for the imagination.
You laid atop of him, your legs straddling his thighs and you kiss his jawline in worship. He presses a hand over his mouth to muffle out his moans. Every single touch, no matter how light you make of it, sent tremors to his aching, dripping cock. The lubed rope there pinched deliciously to him at the base and he keens.
The poor thing was still encased in his trousers too.
"You look so pretty like this," you murmured against his skin as you trailed your lips downwards, grazing his neck and his pecs. "I've always been partial to black ribbons, but you look so handsome in red as well."
Your name slips from his tongue as his other hand reached down to caress your hair, his fingers entwining between the strands. The sensation felt oddly familiar, oddly comforting, like he could let go and just transport himself in a high he could not describe.
You watched how his eyes clouded over, the hazy stare in between haggard breaths and the ever deepening flush that spread across his cheeks and neck. You utter the magic words that only you know that could send him to that private little bubble where he can finally let go.
"You don't have to worry about a thing," you slowly unbutton his trousers, your fingers taking an agonizingly slow pace as you dragged the zipper down like dripping molasses. "I'll take good care of you, Iggy baby."
From the way his eyes darkened at his long-lost pet name, you knew you had him. The first moment you called him that when you finally reunited with him, despite not recognizing you at first glance, he knew.
Cw: feral warden Ingo, pillow humping, growling, no beta read, no y/n, no Pronouns for Reader
NSFW UNDER CUT
MDNI
Panting. Slow, deep, shaky breaths could be heard in the small hut. Some whimpers and pleas as well. Anyone from outside could hear something and they would think that someone was hurt...
The warden panted and rutted against your pillow, panting and growling. He needed you... But you weren't there. You had to go on a new expedition for your pokedex, but... He needed you. He gripped your pillow, imagining it being your hips and thrust his own against it, precum dripping onto the case, ruining it for you when you come back.
He let out a growl and closed his eyes, clawing person it as he felt so much needier, just imagining. Holding you down while you whimper and beg him to fuck you harder... Or for him to slow down cause you're overstimulated...
He let out another pathetic whimper, his eyes closed as his hips moved faster and harder, drool dripping down from his chin and his cock twitched as he needed to cum so badly.. But he couldn't. He let out a frustrated growl and almost ripped the pillow in half before hearing the door's lock jiggle.
You sigh as you walk into your partner's hut, exhausted from running away from alpha pokemon and Paras... Those lil assholes...
You blink at the dark room, the windows being covered, and you hear a growl. You look around before your eyes fall onto the warden.
Glowing eyes staring back at you, chest moving back and forth as he panted, gripping something and... Naked. Completely naked.
You stare and your eyes trail down, seeing his twitching dick. As if you pushed a button, he launches at you with a growl. And that's the last thing you clearly remember before he fucked you so hard, you forgot your name.
CW: Ingo is being called a "girlfriend" and a "babygirl", gn! reader, no pronouns used for reader, polyamory, no beta read
You were sitting in the living room with the twins, enjoying your time with them. They were watching a train documentary while you were scrolling through your phone, relaxing and just reading through posts on social media.
As you were scrolling, something caught your eye. A lot of people were posting about their significant others today... Especially their girlfriends.
Raising an eyebrow, you scrolled through the comments on one of the posts, ignoring the many compliments about said girlfriend until you finally found what you were looking for. The reason.
"August 1st is girlfriend day! So, i decided to post about my lovely girlfriend!" the boyfriend would reply to someone, which made you surprised. You looked at the top of your screen where it said the date and hummed before glancing at the twins, them both just looking at the tv with pure interesting. Emmet had his arm around your shoulders while Ingo had a hand on your thigh, just wanting to touch you.
You were silent before humming and lean against Ingo and kiss his cheek, which caught him off-guard, looking down at you "Is something the matter, dear?" he asked, wondering if you wanted his attention or anything else. Emmet looked at you two and pouted "Heyyy! I want one too!" he quickly demanded which made you giggle, looking at the younger sibling.
"Oh, its nothing. Just doting on my girlfriend." You say which made the two confused, shooting glances at eachother.
"... Girlfriend?" Ingo asks, confused, wondering what you were talking about. You look at him and show him the browser with the words "August 1st: Girlfriend day" on it. He was silent and then looked at you "So..." "So~ I kissed your cheek to celebrate!" you answer him, which made him even more confused.
Emmet finally caught one and started to snicker, grinning before looking at you "And what about me?" he asks, making you giggle and kiss his cheek "You aren't such a babygirl like him." you say.
Ingo finally caught on and begun to blush, glancing away and sighs heavily before shaking his head "I am not... Sigh, i know this won't end well for me." he says, which makes you and Emmet laugh.
For the record, Ingo wasn't mad. As long as you were happy, he supposed.
CW: bondage, sub! Ingo, dom! Reader, afab! Reader, no pronouns for reader, no beta read, oral fixation, strapon, deep throating, edging
Pair: sub! Ingo x dom afab! Reader
NSFW under the cut
MINORS DNI
"D-dear... Please... I... I dont think... Hnghhh..." You stare at him while sitting on a chair across from the bed, your eyes watching his every move and how his body would twitch.
Ingo was on his knees on the bed, eyes covered with a silky blindfold and his hands bound behind him with a black robe. He was panting softly, slightly drooling and his cock was standing tall and proud, twitching and leaking precum.
You watched the small droplets roll down his shaft, humming in satisfaction before glancing up at his face as he whimpered some more in desperation "D-dear, please...!" he would beg, tilting his head back a bit, hoping he would see you from under the blindfold, but to no avail.
You let out a soft smile, closing your eyes before getting up, fixing the strapon you had on. Ingo felt the mattress dip under your wait, feeling a shiver go down his spine in excitement. He gulped as he could almost feel your warmth, wanting to lean into it, but... You told him not to move. Just "stay still and look pretty"... And boy did he look pretty.
You moved close to him standing on your knees and place a hand on his pec, twirling a nipple with one finger and watching him tense up and arch his back just a bit "Now, now, honey... I told you to not move until i tell you to." you remind him, making him whine, but relax, ignoring the burning sensation between his legs.
You smile and move a hand to his neck, rubbing his adam's apple gently before moving your hand to his nape and stroke his hair before gripping it gently "Now... Bend down, love... I have a surprise for you." you say as he immediately obeys, bending down to the height you wanted him in.
He panted, his member pressed against his stomach before feeling something hard and smooth against his cheek, being confused. You chuckle softly as he tries to understand what he was feeling "It's a new toy i picked up. Now, i want you to open that pretty mouth of yours and turn your head towards me." You guide him.
He blinked under the blindfold but does as you say, opening his mouth, panting while facing you. You hum in delight, placing a hand to his cheek before using your thumb to hold his jaw and then show his teeth "Such a beautiful mouth... Look at those teeth... And that tongue... You seem eager, dear..." "Haaah..." he replies, blushing madly. He felt so embarrassed, so... Exposed. Even if he was fully naked, you looking into his mouth made him feel embarrassed.
As he sat there, waiting for anything to happen, he feels that hardened silicone cock against his lips and then on his tongue. He tenses up once again and you pet his head "Now now.... Everything's fine. Just suck." You say and he hesitates before rubbing his lips around the toy and begins to suck you, feeling so embarrassed as he could feel your eyes on him.
You smile, watching him before slightly gripping his hair and making him put his head down more, putting more into his mouth which made him let out a muffled moan "Mmpfff!" You couldn't help but chuckle "What a good boy... Look at you, sucking my cock so well." you purr which made his cock twitch against his stomach. He was so happy he could please you...
He continues to suck, bobbing his head and letting out soft sounds, wondering if he was doing a good job... But you were growing impatient. So, you grab his head and shove your hips towards it, pushing more of the fake cock down his throat, which made him gasp and slightly gag. You smirk at that before beginning to thrust your hips.
Ingo has no other choice but to accept his fate. A cock sleeve, a fleshlight just for you and only you. And honestly? He wasn't against it. If it pleases you, he doesn't care. Just hearing your soft pants made his head all floaty and fuzzy... He could cum just from this... He will come just from this. He needs to cum. Oh no. "Mpfff!" he would whine against the toy, feeling it being shoved down his throat as he was feeling his cock twitch more and more, leaking precum like a broken faucet... And you could see it. You chuckle softly and continue until you knew he was about to blow, pulling the dick out and watching the trails of spit connect you. Ingo was breathing hard, mouth wide open and tongue hanging. He felt... Awfully empty. You simply pat his cheek "Oh, dont worry, love... I will treat you right. Now, remember to breathe~" you say in a sing-song voice and shove it back inside, holding his head in place. He was in bliss. He was pleasing you... And he knew this night was going to be long for the both of you.
Cw: oral cockwarming, nsfw, no beta read, no use of Pronouns, gn!Reader
Pairing: Ingo x gn!reader
NSFW UNDER CUT
MDNI
You're being so good for him. So so good...
He doesn't really pay attention to you as he is at an online meeting, his eyes being glued on the screen, listening to his coworkers talk and have a conversation. A soft gag was heard and he glanced down at you...
He let out a soft delighted hum as he saw your teary eyes staring right back at him as he held your head close to his crotch, pubes tickling your nose and upper lip and his cock down your throat.
So good... So very good... Just for him. He stroked your hair before gripping it as he didn't allow you to move your head back. Just a little bit more.
You can be good right?
Of course you can. You're his little whore after all.
